By The Ozark Curmudgeon Watch out for stair steps. I don’t mean the kind you navigate every day. I mean life’s stair steps. Specifically, I’m talking about health care stair steps. Now, understand, I am not a doctor. I didn’t even play one on TV. I did, however, play doctor several times in my youth,…
It hurts me to write that headline. My political roots go back to the coal mines of Wyoming. In my family, the sun rose and set on John L. Lewis, the legendary head of the United Mine Workers. Voting Democratic wasn’t merely a political choice. It was a family tradition. But that Democratic Party is…
There was a time in America when facts mattered more than feelings. We may not have always agreed on policy, politics, or priorities, but at least most people accepted the idea that objective truth existed. Today, that foundation is cracking, and frankly, that ought to concern every one of us. We are living in an…
Welcome. If you’ve found your way here, there’s an empty rocking chair waiting for you. My View From the Front Porch isn’t a news site. It isn’t a political action committee. It isn’t a place where people scream at one another in all caps because someone dared to hold a different opinion. It’s something a…